Warning: Potential spoilers for s8. Inspired by the photos and little bits of info released in the lead up to the new series, this is my version of what I think could happen / what I would like to see happen in the 'Harry and Ruth are abducted and locked in a room' scenario. I'm sure Kudos will do it much better (I hope), especially since they actually know what's meant to be going on!

Harry struggled to regain his balance as he was shoved roughly onto a hard chair. He was handcuffed and he couldn't see a thing.

A dark hood had been thrust over his head just moments after he had seen Viktor Sarkisiian shot at close range. He hadn't expected that. Sarkisiian had taken advantage of Harry's recklessness - played him like he hadn't been played in a long time.

Walking into FSB headquarters was far from the smartest move Harry had ever made, but there seemed to be no alternative. He needed to save his team from the Russians so they could stop the bomb, and the only way he could see to do that was to convince Sarkisiian of the nuclear threat, and get him to call off his dogs.

As far as he knew, it had worked – he had caught snatches of conversations which implied as much – but not long after, Harry had found himself overpowered, bound and gagged, and thrown into the boot of a car. The next thing he saw was Viktor Sarkisiian and the spinning rotor blades of a helicopter. Both disappeared from view as a zip enclosed Harry in a body bag, and he was carried on board the helicopter.

Harry felt physically ill at his predicament. In all his years with MI5 he had never been more terrified that this could actually be it. All kinds of thoughts and memories flashed through his mind; his children, the team whom he hoped would quickly realise he was missing, colleagues who were long gone, but not forgotten, and one in particular.

Harry's was a predicament which became even more complicated when he discovered that he was actually being traded. A trade that was deadly serious. Sarkisiian had made some kind of deal, but he hadn't reckoned on being double-crossed. Harry had been released from the body bag after a long journey in the helicopter, and they were on a rooftop somewhere with the helicopter waiting to take off again. Sarkisiian's smugly complacent face turned to Harry as two men approached from the stairwell. It was the wrong moment to be distracted, as one of the new arrivals used that moment to pull a handgun from his jacket, aim, and fire it at Sarkisiian who fell to the ground.

Harry could only watch the events unfold. He stood there with nowhere to run, still bound and gagged, breathing deeply through his nose as the men continued their approach.

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After he landed on the chair, it was only a few seconds before the hood covering his head was suddenly ripped upwards, revealing a room bathed in bright sunlight. Harry's first reaction was to narrow his eyes and let them adjust to the glare. His second was to glance around and evaluate his surroundings. The room was bare, and he could see no immediate chance of escape.

"What do you want?" he asked

"Uranium. You took it, we want it back."

"What uranium?" Harry really was unsure what they were on about.

"Come now Harry, you know what I'm talking about. The Middle East, four years ago. You and your friends took it. Now where is it?"

Harry did know now what they were referring to. He was the only one left who did know anything about it. Well, there was one other person, but they couldn't be in the same danger he now found himself in, not now.

Harry refused to say anything further. The hood was placed over his head again, and he heard his captors leaving the room.

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Nobody came back to the room for a long time. Harry thought that given the fading light it could have been half a day or longer, but wasn't sure. It was so easy to lose track of time. It seemed fairly pointless trying to stay awake – he could see nothing he could do to escape – so when his eyes started to close, he allowed himself the luxury of drifting into a light sleep.

When he was awoken by the sound of the door opening at the back of the room, the light had returned and his neck ached from the awkward position his body had been in for the last couple of hours.

Harry couldn't see who entered the room, but he could hear and feel the presence of several people behind him. A man walked in front of him and placed another chair directly opposite his, and then walked back out of view again.

Someone stood behind the chair Harry was seated on and forcefully grabbed hold of his shoulders to pull him upright, his head tilted backwards. There was more movement and Harry's eyes swiveled up and to the left to try and see what was happening. He could barely believe what he saw, his eyes widened and he reeled in shock as Ruth's terrified face stared back at him. Her eyes looked like they were about to overflow with tears, and she was clearly struggling not to say anything, but she didn't seem as surprised to see him as he was to see her.

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